The article in the Washington Post caught my attention: Why we never really get over that first love.
Long after it ends, our first love maintains some power over us. A haunting, bittersweet hold on our psyches, pulling us back to what was and what can never be again. Unless . . . ?
But why? Why should this one lodge in our brains any differently than the others, even when the others were longer, better, more right? They just weren’t quite as intense as the first.
The scientific research on this topic is thin, but the collective wisdom among psychologists says it’s a lot like skydiving. Meaning, you’ll remember the first time you jumped out of an airplane much more clearly than the 10th time you took the leap.
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When I was very young, just old enough to take a date to the drive-in theater, I fell deeply in love with a fascinating and brilliant young woman. Although we didn’t use the phrase back then, I will allow that she rocked my world.
I remember that we attempted to watch a double-bill featuring Paul Newman in Hud and Sidney Poitier in Lilies of the Field. Something kept fogging up the windshield making it difficult to see the screen so we had to come back a couple of weeks later to see what all we missed the first time. Despite this being our first real date, I confessed to her that I was in love. She contended that it was just glands.
Well, wherever she is today, I want her to know that I got old and my glands retired, but I still have those same feelings for her that I called love over fifty years ago.
Now where did I put my cane?
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When was the last time you read a novel where the exceptional Americans were not the heroes, or even heroic? If it has been some time you should consider reading The Blind Man’s Garden by Nadeem Aslam.
But don’t think Al Qaeda and the Taliban are the heroes in this excellent novel. What it expresses is the fundamental strengths of humans: love, family, food, loyalty, and spiritual awareness. The Taliban is forcing the Muslim population back into the 13th century, Al Qaeda is fomenting violence throughout the region and threatening to expand, and the American Gobots are trampling the culture and traditions of the countries they have invaded in their imperialistic zeal to make every do as America says.
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